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The Chronicles of Rapina, Chapters 47 and 48

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[Rapina]047 Jooldig
[Rapina]048 Evil Spirits


[Rapina]047 Jooldig

The tribe packed for travel at a rate Rapina would not
have thought possible.  Every orc seemed to be in a
hurry to get to Jooldig, as if some great reward were
waiting.  It was another half day twisting and winding
through dark caverns before the tribe came to a stop
before a large tunnel flanked by high ledges where
archers were stationed.  Rapina's mage light had
faithfully lit the way with a bright yet eerie red
glow.  She turned it off now as the tribe stopped.  The
cavern ahead glowed with a subtle yet intricate array
of purple, yellow, red and orange light produced by
several varieties of phosphorescent lichen or mold that
clung to the cavern walls.  A small delegation of
warriors was sent ahead with a bit of loot from the
fort of the Avengenes.  A few minutes later, the tribe
was again on the move.

Rapina stared up at the archers, many of whom were
leering down at her.  Some of the archers were orcs,
but many of them seemed to be only part orc.  She saw
short wide part-orcs with slate gray skins, and petite
willowy part orcs with jet-black skins who looked to be
part elf.  There were also tiny part orcs with
prominent noses, and others with large, wide mouths.
No two looked the same, and some exhibited the features
of more than two races.

The orc tribe was escorted through a large cavern.  The
windows and doors of shops were carved into the stone
on the perimeter of the cavern, and they even passed a
few freestanding buildings within the cavern.  The
river that snaked through the caverns flowed under a
bridge at the center of the underground town.  The orcs
set up camp in a large cavern on the far side of town.
Before the camp was even fully set up, traders the
tribe had sent out began returning with food and
barrels of drink.

Hluck took Rapina aside, "Melina, you have been the
greatest luck in Hluck's life.  You saved my life, you
helped me become the chief and you saved my arm.  I
needed your power on my side so I ignored these things
to keep your power in my camp.  I will ignore you no
longer.  Now I have given you status in the tribe, but
that will not be my only gift.  You must have armor
too.  Oagmak told me this, 'Melina's armor is not right
for her.  Thuck chont makes her breasts swell with
power and then her breastplate does not fit.  Warriors
of the tribe beset her with requests for thuck-thuck-
thuck and she must remove her armor to grant them.
This is not practical for a tribe that must be
constantly on the move, and not right for Chontral
Melina.' Your armor must be the armor of chontral
thuck.  Jooldig has two armorers, and both work the
deep metals.  Oagmak will take you to them."

Oagmak loaded up both himself and Rapina with loot, and
then escorted Rapina across town.  Once through town
they entered the tunnel that ran alongside the river.
It was emblazoned with a metal sign in the shape of an
anvil.  After walking for some time, Rapina began to
smell smoke.  They entered a large otherwise empty
cavern with a high ceiling and made their way to a
stone building that stood at the center of the cavern.
The building surrounded a courtyard.  Oagmak rang a
gong at the gate.  A stout, sooty smith let them in.

Once inside Rapina could see two smiths; the one that
let them in was quite short and stout for an orc.   His
face was wide like the rest of him, his skin was steel
gray and his nose was small and almost silver in color.
His hair was a wild flame red.  The other smith was
taller and much leaner.  He had jet-black skin except
for the tip of his nose that was chocolate brown.  His
hair was beige and his ears were nearly pointed.
Because he was muscular and somewhat elvish, he
reminded Rapina a little bit of Doanthalas.

"Kahl Hluk of Rageblood sends his greetings.  I bring
to you Chontral Melina, a young human chontral who has
been extremely useful to my tribe.  She is a thuck
chantral and healer.  She was a prisoner of the
Avengenes.  Our new chief won her from their leader in
culach.  She has since repaid the debt of freedom many
times over.  Her power is great, but her armor does not
fit her power.  Chief Hluk bid me to bring her to you
and explain why her armor falls short," Chontral Oagmak
said.

Rapina rolled her eyes.   It was almost as if neither
of the smiths was listening to Oagmak at all.  Both
smiths were feeling the leather of her armor, examining
the fastenings and generally inspecting the
craftsmanship, not to mention what was under it.  The
half elf drew her rapier part way.

"Greetings Chontral Melina.  I am Tzingzar master smith
of Jooldig.  You have blackened blades.  The steel is
unusual."

Rapina nodded, "They are from the human city of
Montfort.  There is a new forge there called the
Montfort Forge.  The blackening was added for night
work."

Tzingzar nodded, "For surface metal, it is very good,
wouldn't you say, Daing?"

"Greetings, Chontral Melina, I would be the robust
master smith of Jooldig.  Her sword metal may be good,
Tzningzar, but surface metal is trash.  The leather
fits good.  How they do this?" Daing asked.

"They boiled it in wax, then stuck a thin backing of
cloth to it and laid it on me while it was still quite
hot," Rapina said.

"I thought so. It is good work," the smith said as he
and his partner removed Rapina's breastplate.

"It fits well, er usually anyway," Rapina said.

"It is good work but it does not work for Chontral
Melina.  When the kahlorcs fill her with their lust,
her breasts expand with their power.  Then she cannot
get her breastplate on," Chontral Oagmak said.

"A breastplate that cannot be worn is worthless,"
Daing said.

Tzingar cupped Rapina's left breast, "It shows off your
shape, but it cannot when your shape changes.  Such
matchless charms deserve constant protection.  The
craftsmanship lacks cunning."

Daing cupped her right breast and nodded at his fellow
smith.

Rapina smiled and nearly sneezed there was so much lust
tingling through her breasts and tickling her nose.

"The buckles and buttons are well-stitched," Tzingzar
said.

"But the armor must be unbuckled for a kahlorc to give
Melina his lust," Chantral Oagmak said.

"Leaving her undone should an enemy suddenly appear,"
Tzingzar observed.

"The armor is not serviceable, or practical for a
chantral thuck of your shapeliness, Melina."  Daing
hefted the generosity of her breasts.

Tzingzar caressed Rapina's inner thigh, "The armor must
be flexible to allow your chont freedom.

Daing roughly patted her abdomen, "The armor must be
stout or you will be impaled trying to thuck a kahlorc
in spiked plate armor."

"The armor must be expandable and accessible," Tzingzar
said.

"Yet stout," Daing said.

"And flexible," Tzingzar countered.

"Too many contradictions.   This armor requires a
practical plan.  We must sit down and draw its form,"
Daing said.

"Her armor must be very cunning.  We must test and
experiment," Tzingzar said.

"Bah, we must plan practically and commence forging,"
Daing said.

Tzingzar held a swatch of chain mail to Rapina's
abdomen and thrust his hips forward and backward.  "The
armor must be most cunning, new concepts must be
developed.  Testing and research is essential."

Daing saw what his partner was doing and suddenly
nodded, "Mmmhmm, to develop a practical plan will
require much measurement and trial.  We cannot forge
without a cunning design."

Both smiths nodded at each other.

Daing addressed Chontral Oagmak, "If you wish cunning
armor, you must leave Chontral Melina with us so that
we can do the required testing and sizing."

"If you will help us research, Chontral Melina, I am
sure we can come up with a cunning design at a
reasonable price.  Yet, we must work with you
intensively if we are to finish truly cunning armor
before Kahl Rageblood leaves Jooldig," the thin willowy
half-orc asserted.

"Intensively," The short stout half-orc agreed.

"Intensively?" Rapina asked, not quite able to stifle
the smirk that was tugging at her lips.

"Intensively," Tzangzar repeated.

"Most cunningly." Daing said.

"If you will work hard.  I will work with you," Rapina
grinned impishly.

"Good, now how much armor can this Chief Hluk afford?"
Tzangzar asked.

Chontral Oagmak took several items out of his sack.
"Kahl Hluk offers, three pounds of chocolate, a great
sack of Avengene bread and cheese, the noses of
nineteen Avengene soldiers, a stout sack of gold,
staples of buckwheat and rye, a small sack of gemstones
not found near Jooldig, six bottles of good brandy, and
a hefty sack of Avengene blades and armor to be sold or
melted as you see fit.  A like amount will await you
upon completion."

"It is a payment of some goodly substance," Daing said.

"But only our research can determine the final value of
our wares," Tzangzar said.

"Cunning is of utmost importance," Daing agreed.

Tzangzar nodded, "Cunning."

"Will the kahlorcs miss me?" Rapina asked.

"Yes, you must return with me until they begin to get
drunk.  By then, the smiths might have gathered items
for testing.  Give me your tokens, for the payment, and
I will bring Melina back in two or three hours."
Chontral Oagmak said.

Daing nodded and gave Oagmak a small metal token.

"We must have measures from before the celebration,"
Tzangzar left to get parchment.

Daing rubbed his hands on a rag and got the worst of
the soot off them, "We must measure your breasts to see
if they change, Chontral Melina."

Rapina slowly took her top off, and then turned.
"Please help me with the laces of my bustier, master
smith Daing."

Daing grinned like a split gourd, "Of course."

Tzangzar produced a cloth tape from his pocket and
carefully measured Rapina's chest at several locations
under, on and above her breasts, and then he measured
their circumference at several intervals and wrote the
measurements down.  He clucked at Melina as her nipples
rose and made additional measurements.  He carefully
checked his parchment, and then handed a token to
Oagmak, "We need to keep the old armor for fitting
purposes.  In a few hours we shall be ready to start
our research."

"I will make sure that the kahlorcs allow Melina to
return to you then," Chontral Oagmak said.

"You must not be too drunk, Melina, we will be working
with fierce heat, Tzangzar smiled."

"You must not be too slippery, for we may need to draw
measurement lines on your body."

"I will stay away from too much strong drink and clean
up before I come back," Rapina said.

The orcs nodded at each other and Rapina and then
Rapina followed Oagmak back to the Rageblood camp.  No
sooner had she arrived than a mug of orc swill was
slapped into her hand, and the eyes and lusts of many
orcs chose her as a focus.

"A toast to the new Kahl Rageblood!" J'mal hollered.

"To powerful chont," Thallis blurted

"And to the powerful lust behind it," Allok bellowed.

Rapina had hardly brought her cup down from her lips
when Allok growled and pushed her roughly to the
ground.  Her clothes came off at the behest of a dozen
pairs of fingers and before she knew it, Allok's
orcscrew was plunging between her nether lips.  She
growled and tugged his energy savagely, but it only
seemed to make him howl and thrust harder.  She had
really had it with Allok.  He was far too rough, and
far too stupid to leave her alone even though she made
him pay dearly in the currency of his life force every
time he raped her.  He was far too callous for his
attentions to be called anything less.  She had enjoyed
the more subtle attention of the smiths, but Allock
gouged her with his nails, pulled her hair, kicked her,
bit her and bucked like a mule.  She pulled on his life
force with more power and skill than she had ever used
on reverend Evangeline.

The battle of buck and grunt was over in about five
minutes because that was all the longer Allock lasted.
Rapina massaged him with her inner muscles and squeezed
the life out of him like a winepress draining a bushel
of red grapes.  His grunting bellows nearly ruptured
Rapina's eardrums, and for a moment, she thought his
eyes were going to pop out of his head.  She rolled on
top of him in the midst of his orgasm and rode him like
a bull rider, regenerating the violence he had done to
her person directly from the flood of his life.  She
pulled the violence out of him with the suction of a
tornado until his bellows were winded and he passed out
beneath her like a rotted tree falling in the forest.
A single tear ran from her eye.  She hated him for
turning her, however briefly, into the monster the
Avengenes thought her to be and she feared the savage
hunger that was the legacy of anger-tainted lust.

Nearly three hours later, Rapina was feeling much
better.  Alcohol had softened the edge of her fury and
self-recrimination.  She had controlled her hunger and
yet indulged it gently, treating three-dozen or so orcs
to her favors rather than savaging a few out of anger.
She used her charm power to help make allies of a
growing percentage of the tribe for safety's sake, but
she refused to become a mindless vessel of the lust
spirit's power.  To do so would be no better than
having allowed the creature to possess her when she was
a young girl.  She was not a possessed waif, but a
strong woman and she would always wield her power with
her own unique code of honor.  Rapina smiled to herself
as she washed her lithe body with water from the river.
Her hands lingered on her tingling breasts.  They felt
so good when fortified with lust; she wished she could
keep them forever perked with power.

------

The walk to the smithy passed without event and her
small escort of half-drunk orcs staggered back in the
direction of the party once they had delivered her.
Rapina rang the gong and waited for one of the smiths
to arrive.  Both arrived at the same time arguing
loudly with one another as they approached.

"No, no, that lacks subtlety, you will weigh her down
overmuch; she is not some lummox warrior.  Too much
plate will turn her into a turtle," Tzangzar said.

"Your chain is not strong enough, when she lifts her
skirts, the spikes of her -grunting thucking tribesmen
will skewer her belly, not to mention they will get
stuck in the chain, unable to complete!" Daing said.

"We must test this theory; my chain is strong!"
Tzangzar maintained.

"Stonger than tissue paper, but not as strong as fine
quality plate.  The spikes would slide on fine quality
plate.  With a dot of grease she could thuck an army
without marring her armor with a single appreciable
scratch," Daing said.

"An army would have no interest in thucking a turtle.
She will be unable to bend, unable to kiss and caress,"
Tzangzar said.

The armorers reached the gate.  The half-elf steadied
it while the half-dwarf drew back the huge bolt.

"Good day Chontral Melina," the two said as one.

"Good day master smiths Daing and Tzangzar," Rapina
said.

"We have been discussing your armor," Daing said.

"We have come to no agreement," Tzangzar said.

"Much testing will be necessary to produce a design,"
Daing said.

"We must know your chont in order to produce armor to
match," Tzangzar reasoned.

"First we must take precise measurements," Daing said.

"At last we agree on something master smith Daing.
Measurements will be important," Tzangzar agreed.

The smiths both nodded at one another.

"This way please, Daing opened a door facing the
courtyard.  It is warm in this room, for we do our
smelting in those furnaces, and when one of us is
feeling ill or too drunk to do our work, we sleep there
on the cot and sweat away our troubles."

"Have no fear I changed the bedding.  It is not a chore
I am willing to do when not feeling well, so it is best
done far in advance," Tzangzar said.

Rapina looked around the room.  There were furnaces on
one side and innumerable stacks of various armors along
the walls.  By the holes in some of the pieces of
armor, it was obvious that the armorers did quite a
business in armor looted from various opponents of the
orcs.  The smithy appeared to be more of a chop shop
than a place where entirely new armor was created.

"We have parchment and quills, we will measure you, and
compare our measurements with one another for
accuracy," Daing said.

The smiths nodded at one another.

"Your garb is silk, is it not?" Tzangzar asked.

"Yes," Rapina said.

"It is surface silk," Daing scoffed.

"Surface silk is worm-bitten.  Below we use the silk of
magnificent spiders.  It is much stronger.   It will
catch an arrow that pierces your armor.  The arrow will
not pierce the silk, but it will be driven into the
wound.  The silk surrounds the barbs of the arrow, and
allows you to withdraw the wickedest tips even when the
arrow has wounded you deeply," Tzangzar said.

Each of the smiths took one of Rapina's arms and
measured several places, then Tzangzar started at her
feet while Daing started at her head.

"These measurements will serve for clothed measurements
but
we must also know your skin measurements," Daing said.

"Skin measurements can be of utmost importance when
minute tolerances must be calculated," Tzangzar
maintained.

The smiths nodded at one another.

Daing measured Rapina's chest, mumbled something and
then measured both above and below her breasts again.
He stomped over to his colleague's papers and shuffled
through them.  "You were not putting us on, Chontral
Melina.  Your udds are more robust than before!'

Rapina blushed, "Yes, from the party."

Tzangzar briefly rechecked some of Daing's
measurements.   "It is true, the compass of your
breasts has changed!  We must investigate further, but
first your measure must be complete."

The two smiths met at Rapina's rump.

"A flat plate will not due for her Daing."

"I am a master smith.  I can form plate even to this
most robust contour."

After a few minutes Daing reached Rapina's feet and
Tzangzar finished her head.

"Now for the skin measurements," Both smiths said,
grinning in unison.

Rapina stifled a grin.  The smiths were obviously up to
no good.

Daing unbuttoned her leggings while Tzangzar removed
her tunic and unlaced her bustier.  By the time Daing
had peeled her panties from her hips and chased them
over her ankles, Tzangzar was setting her bustier aside
and she was entirely naked.

The half-Elvin smith circled her, looking her up and
down; He sighed, "Your form has great subtlety,"
Tzangzar said.

"Bah, subtlety shmubtlety, Chantral Melina has plenty
o' what a woman needs plenty of, a pair o' robust lust-
swollen udds, and a high, round ass.  Daing slapped
Rapina's butt for emphasis and grinned like a pirate."

"Aaaiii!" Rapina squealed in protest, but she could
already feel the spellbinding tingle of the smiths
combined lusts creeping up her spine.

"Heh heh heh, sensitive too, now where were we,
Tzangzar?" Daing asked.

"Skin measurements," the half-elf said licking his
lips.

Rapina's nipples stood as the smiths tickled her up and
down with their measuring tapes.  Daing seemed to think
it necessary to pat her rump and squeeze each of her
cheeks before getting a proper measurement.  Tzangzar
was convinced that knowing the way each of her breasts
would react to a pat from any direction or a snap to
the nipple would help him with the design of the armor.


Tzangzar measured the distance from the front side of
her neck to the back side of her neck by going between
her breasts, down over her mound and up between the
cheeks of her rump.  He enlisted the aid of Daing to
carry the end of the tape up from her rump to the base
of her skull.

"Ah, my finger has slipped.  Please let the tape slide,
I need to pull it up."  Tzanzar pulled on the tape.

Rapina's mouth opened involuntarily as the tape slid
over her nub.

"That's a bit too much, take a little back," Tzangzar
said.

Daing pulled the tape back up her spine.

"Your tug was too robust, brother smith.  Let me pull
some back.   No I have overshot again.  Just keep a
steady but weak pull and I will pull and release until
I have the right spot," Tzanzar said.

Daing Pulled the tape back and then released as
Tzangzar pulled.  The two of them repeated the process
several times.

Rapina let out a little moan as the tape was dragged up
and down over her sensitive nub.

The two smiths nodded at one another, "Perfect,"
Tzangzar said writing down the measurement as he gauged
the wet spot on the tape where it had nestled against
Rapina's nether lips.  I am ready to start our testing.


"The way I see it, the crux is in the skirts," Daing
said.  "Chontral Melina must have armor robust enough
to deal with the spikes of half armored thucking
kahlorcs.  I will don my plate, Tzangzar.  I doubt the
strength of your chainmail.  You try whatever chain you
like and we will see if Chontral Melina thinks it
comfortable.

Daing disappeared and returned with a suit of plate
armor.

While Dang was gone, Tzangzar rummaged about the room
getting various pieces of chainmail.  By the time his
colleague had returned, he had quite a stack.

Daing put on his entire suit of armor, including the
boots, legs, skirts, the breastplate, the arms and
gauntlets and even the helmet.  There were spikes all
over the armor, including a triad of them on the plate
that covered his round half-dwarven ale-belly.   "Now,
let us pretend I am a kahlorc.  I see you Chontral
Melina and I wish to thuckthuckthuck, but there is
little time, we are on dangerous turf and I mustn't
take many, if any parts of my armor off.  Let us do the
first test with you lying down on the cot.  It will
serve instead of a log or a boulder.  Now Tzangzar we
must put your chain to the test.  Lay some silk padding
and some of your chain over her belly.

Tzangzar did as he was bidden and Daing knelt down at
the end of the cot and raised his armored skirts.  He
leaned forward and pumped his body against Melinas then
stopped.

Rapina was more than a little nervous looking at all of
the spikes moving just above her and held away from her
only by the strength of the half-darven smith's arms.
The canvas breeches he wore rubbed against her mound.
She wriggled abit and undid the buttons of his
breeches, reached in and pulled Daing's stout sheath.
His broad pink spiral glistened with moisture.

"There is only one way to insure the angles are
right," Melina said, matter-of-factly.

"Chontral Melina has a point, but look, I wish to thuck
her so badly now, Tzangzar, but the tip of my spike is
stuck in her chainmail.  I cannot pump her, I cannot
thuckthuckthuck, and what of the comfort?

"I worry about all the spikes above me, especially the
ones above my breasts.  If Daing were drunk and his
arms weak, he might kill me by mistake, or at very
least tear my breasts with his spikes.

"We will consider the breast armor later, what about
the spikes against your belly," Daing asked.

"They don't hurt, but you can't move with them stuck in
the chain links.  We can't thuck like this," Rapina
shook her head.

Tzangzar scratched his head.   "Perhaps a chain with
smaller, tighter rings."  Tzanzar tried several more
types of chain.  The spike hung up in all of them, and
even with a little squirming on Rapina's part, the best
she was able to do was kiss Daing's pink tip with her
nether lips.  "I have the smoothest, finest chain that
I have been saving for a special occasion, one moment."
Tzanzar ran off and returned with a suit of chain with
several rents in it.  "This chain came from a dark
elf."  Tzangzar proudly placed the chain on Melina's
belly.

Daing rocked his hips.  The spikes slid over the dark-
elven chain.

Mmmm, Rapina moaned as the half dwarf's thick, ridged
cock parted her and slid in a few inches.  "This is
much better."

Daing thrust deeper and more forcefully.

"Ow, the spike presses in quite a bit.  I fear a
drunken orc might bruise me even through the chain.
There is no doubt that this is the best chain for
spikes though."

"You see, Tzangzar, the chain is not enough," Daing
said.

"I see, but this test is not fair.  In order to thuck
Melina, you would have to raise her armor skirts.  With
the skirts where would be two thicknesses of chain on
her belly.  Tzangzar put another thickness atop the
first.

"This is much better," Rapina panted as Daing pumped in
and out of her, dragging the spikes over the double
thickness of chainmail.

"For a moment it would be, but look how the chain is
bunching, the layer from the skirts would not properly
stay put for long," Daing said.

Tzangzar inspected the chain mail, "I concede.  I will
don armor and you can try your plate."

Daing stood up and clapped his bracers together,
"Sometimes being right is no fun." Daing left Rapina
and rummaged around the room for some armor plates.  He
put one over Rapina's abdomen and another over her
thighs.   This is a skirt, and it would lift like so."
Daing demonstrated.

Tzangzar donned some spiked armor and came towards
Rapina who smiled at him, lifted his plate skirt and
undid his pants.  Tzangzar grinned back at the Chontral
as she pulled his sheath down and admired his long
spiral erection.  When she was back in position and
Daing had put the plates on her, Tzangzar lifted his
plate skirt and then the impromptu skirt of Melina.
The problem was that the skirt of Melina curved around
her body, but when lifted it curved away.  Tzangzar's
skirt did likewise.  Tzangzar's lifted skirt would fit
around Rapina's contour if she had had no lifted armor
skirt as well, but as it was the edges of the two
clashed.  Clunk-clunk.  "This skirt makes it impossible
to get near Melina to thuck her, Daing.  When lifted it
no longer hugs her form.  It keeps a warrior away from
her.  Tzangzar handed the plate skirt to the half-dwarf
and tried again.

Rapina thrust her hips upward just a bit and was
rewarded by a length of Tzangzar's cock.  Soon he began
thrusting vigorously.

"This plate is nice and slippery.  The spike slides
well but does it mar the surface?" Tzangzar asked.

"This plate lacks quality," Daing said. "Stop, you are
gouging lines into it.  Even so, it is a better thuck
than the chain, I think.

"It is kind of heavy, but I can't feel the point of the
spike at all," Rapina said.

"I have some pieces of plate taken from enemy deep
dwarves.  The quality is without peer, and the weight
is less than can be expected of ordinary plate.  I will
fetch it," Daing said.

The half-elven smith thrust nearly his entire spiral
ribbed length into Rapina once the deep dwarven
abdominal plate was set on top of her.  Rapina smiled
warmly and thrust back against the armorer.  Her hands
held his breastplate so that if he were to slip, she
could keep his spiked torso away from her breasts.

"This plate slides much better." Tzangzar grinned.

"And the spikes do not leave a single scratch on it,
but without skirts Chontral Melina's thighs will be
without protection.  A wound to her thighs would be
most dire.  Yet, how can we protect them?" Daing asked.

"We tried the chain but the spike makes it bunch up.
However, too much plate will weigh her down.  We need a
plate skirt that will change contours when lifted.  It
needs to hug Melina's body up or down.  Can you make
such a thing?"

"Daing snapped his fingers.  We will use vertical bands
of this fine plate.  The banded skirt will flex and
reverse its contour when lifted, yet it will allow the
spikes to slide just a sheet of plate would."

"Your idea has great subtlety, mastersmith Daing,"
Tzangzar panted as he thrust slowly and deeply into
Rapina.  "With such a cunning skirt, we will not need
an abdominal plate, for the skirt when lifted up will
cover her abdomen and protect her from the spikes of
her thucking kahlorcs."

The two smiths nodded at one another.

"This idea of cunning bands might work well to protect
Chontral Melina's udds too," Tzangzar said.

"If each band were actually made of two interlocking
bands that could slide to lengthen, Melina's udds could
expand and her armor would become more robust as she
did," Daing said.

"A most cunning suggestion, mastersmith Daing.  We
could use the dark elf chain on the rest of Melina's
body.  The weight of a breastplate would turn Melina
into a turtle, yet I fear the banded cups covering her
breasts would not be held up by chainmail that would
shift.  Meleina's udds would bear the weight of the
banded cups," Tzangzar said.

"Her robust figure would soon grow long and flat under
such an arrangement.  The armor must provide support,
not ruin what it protects.  She must have a breastplate
that keeps her up," Daing cupped Rapina's breasts and
lifted them.

Tzangzar shook his head, "Too much weight, even if you
use the deep dwarf metal."

"I have seen partial breastplates that protect only the
shoulders and the upper half of the chest.  Such a
breastplate is light and allows for bending and
twisting at the waist, if chainmail were used there,"
Daing said.

"A most cunning suggestion.  Our research has been most
profitable," Tzangzar stood, withdrawing his erection
from Rapina.

Rapina sat up and grasped Tzangzar's sheath pulling it
up and down over his ribbed erection.  "The design
sounds very practical, yet cunning," Rapina added.
Rapina let go of the half orc's sheath and settled back
down on the cot, her long legs bent at the knee and
parted slightly revealing her moist folds, "Now what do
we do?" she asked.

"We must commence forging," Tzangzar said.

Mastersmith Daing doffed his armor.  "You hammer what
you like, Tzangzar.  I'd rather take a break from
pumping those bellows and pump Melina's robust figure
instead, aye Chontral Melina?" The half dwarf grinned.

Rapina nodded rapidly and let one knee fall to the cot,
giving the half dwarf a better view of her.

Daing was on her in an instant, pumping furiously.
Rapina grinned blissfully and kept pace with the stout
half-orc.

Rapina squealed as Daing suddenly rolled so that she
was on top.

"My friend you look like a sword without a forge.
There is plenty of heat here for two swords," Daing
said.

Rapina heard armor dropping and then she felt the half
elf's hands on her butt.

---

[Rapina]048 Evil Spirits

Smoke and sulfurous steam choked the cavern chambers
from their uneven floors to their low, convoluted
ceilings.  Steam billowed from several diminutive
geysers and hot springs.  Torrid waters flowed down
channels from the bases of the geysers and into pools
scattered throughout the area.  The sculls and bones of
wise friends, cunning enemies and fierce monsters hung
from the walls and ceilings of the chambers strung
together in strange constellations with beads and gut
string.  Some resembled macabre mobiles while others
served as doors, tapestries, and partitions.  Sculls
with open jaws and hands and paws with fingers and
claws seemed the most well represented parts.

High shaman T'zar labored over several bubbling
kettles.  He checked the oven and removed a metal
sheet.  He donned a cloth mask soaked with water and
began carefully scraping the ruddy powder that had
congealed on the sheet into a vial.

When he was finished, the high shaman approached a
small steaming pool, sat on a pillow at its edge and
tossed a bluish pebble into the waters at the center.
The ripples parted the steam like a curtain, and an
image formed in the waters.  It was the translucent
image of a woman, yet not quite a woman since her eyes
and hair were flame red, her features were somewhat
alien to the human race, and her fingers were clawed.
A voice whispered from the pool.  I am restless, and I
fear he may notice that I have strayed far to the edge
of the realm of the dead.  Have you compounded the
necessary ingredients, High Shaman T'zar?

"I have been working, but the formula cannot be rushed,
Vulvilea," T'zar said.

"But what if she leaves?" Vulvilea's image in the pool
asked. "Such an opportunity must not be wasted!  A less
compatible host will not hold for long if at all."

"And this, this is exactly why the formula must not be
rushed.  There is only one chance, only one.  If the
formula is too potent, she will die, or if it is not
potent enough her resistance will be too strong and you
will fail to take her.  Your chance will be lost,
utterly lost," T'zar said.

Vulvilea growled, "I fear the lord of this land, but
you are right, a mistake there would be as catastrophic
as discovery here.  I will keep moving, further into
the edge zone, out of sight and out of mind.  How soon
can you be ready?"

"Four days, maybe five," T'zar answered.

"Hurry without error and I will amply reward you,"
Vulvilea said.

"I will apply extra effort, extra time, on your behalf,
Vulvilea, but I must see her face the moment you
arrive," Tzar said.

"Get me out of here quickly and you shall have your
wish and more," Vulvilea said.

"Three days, maybe four then.  I will be diligent, so
diligent," T'zar said.

"I am grateful, T'zar," Vulvilea said.

"Good, now I must go, too long delving into his realm
could draw his attention," T'zar said.

"Yes, that wouldn't do.  There is no need to contact me
again unless there is a change of plans."

The High Shaman nodded and waved his hand.  The image
faded.



The story continues in [Rapina]049 Land of Desolation


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